When the Smoke Clears (Interracial Firefighter Romance) (29 page)

“You’ll get no complaints from me.” She blushed. “In fact, you’re so perfect. The beach has played a prominent part in my life and writing these past few days, so it only makes sense that you would bring us here tonight, and do it like this.”

She gestured to the circle.

“Score one for Lorenzo?”

“Score fifty, if you’re counting.”

I licked my lips. “I am.”

My cock perked up in my pants, but I promised myself to take it slowly for the first hour, at least. I wanted her. There was no denying that. She wouldn’t walk off this beach tonight without me at least licking between her thighs. But there was no need to attach myself to her body so quickly.

“So,” I cleared my throat, “You were saying that you are going to start writing a fire fighter romance?”

“Yes.” She set her glass of wine down, looked in her pocket book, and took out a tiny notebook. “I’m sorry. We really don’t have to do this the whole date, it’s just that I’m kind of hyped about finishing my witch/demon romance, and now I want to dig into the fire fighter.”

I quirked my eyebrows. “Dig into the fire fighter?”

She blushed. “I meant. . .dig into writing the romance.”

“Of course.”

Her voice came out in a seductive tone that made my cock come alive. “You’re being naughty.”

“You’re making me.”

“Anyway.” She took out her pen and opened the notebook. “So, is it hard to be a lieutenant?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips. “Very, very, very hard, Kassie.”

She looked up from her notebook. “Can you elaborate?”

“Your lips are so sexy. I want to suck right here.” I poked the bottom one.

“Are you avoiding the question, Mr. Hornsby?”

“No, I’m only trying to—”

“Stop.” She held up her hand.

“What?” he grinned.

“You were going to say fuck me.”

“No. I was going to say kiss you, but now I’m going to say fuck you and yes that sounds like a good idea. Thanks for offering. I accept.”

“I didn’t offer.” She twirled her pen. “How does someone become a lieutenant?”

I smirked. “It’s easy. The test is simple. The Captain gathers everyone into the room.”

She quirked her eyebrows. “Okay.”

“And he puts a ruler on the table and tells us to take our dicks out.”

She frowned. “Awesome.”

“And this is the story of how I became the lieutenant.”

“I see,” she said. “So they give the top rank to the guy with the smallest penis since he was born inferior to all others?”

“Funny.”

“Am I wrong?” she teased.

I bit my bottom lip. “You want to find out?”

“Why are you so horny tonight?”

“I’m going to kiss you.” I leaned toward her and placed my mouth an inch from hers.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t move away.

Close to her, I licked my lips, but kept an inch between us. “Are you’re scared?”

Her breath brushed against mine. “Yes.”

“But do you still want me to kiss you?”

“Hells yes.”

I pressed my lips against hers and pulled her into me. I felt like I had kissed her for hours. Our mouths swollen, but still hungry. Smacking sounds mingled with the ocean’s waves.

I lay her down on the blanket and ran my fingers through her dreadlocks. I had to calm myself down. Take a minute to breathe. Her auburn locs spread around her face like a halo. On her back, she appeared even more angelic. Her nipples had hardened underneath the fabric. They pushed up to greet my eyes.

“I really like helping you with book research.” I traced my fingers along the points. “Maybe we could act out some of the sex scenes.”

“I’m not sure if the characters are going to have sex.”

“A firefighter is in the story. They’re going to have sex.”

“Because fire fighters get sex all of the time?” she asked.

“Anytime we want it.”

“Doesn’t matter what you look like?”

“Never.”

“Is it really just the uniform?”

“No, it’s the heart.” I took her hand and put it on my chest. “Our hearts beat louder than others. It has to. The beating drowns out the sane part of our brain that’s telling us to run away from fire.”

“But you run in anyway?”

“Because of our hearts.”

She blinked and pulled her hand away. “So how did you. . .”

“Become a lieutenant?”

“Yes, eventually I would like you to answer that.”

I blew out a long breath. “Competition is hard. You get selected with others. Your record has to be spotless.”

“And yours was?”

I leaned down and kissed her again. “Don’t sound so surprised. I’m a good guy.”

“With a bad cock?”

I said through clenched teeth as my cock ached. “Very fucking bad, Mrs. Jones. I would like to show you one day.”

She licked her lips. “Hmmm.”

“I wasn’t even considered until after seven years of experience.” I pulled her back to me and molded into her body. I wanted to tear her fucking clothes off. Finally, we had a moment alone without kids and crew and anyone else. I nipped her lips and she hummed a little.

“What was that?” I nipped at that bottom lip again.

“Me enjoying your answer.”

“That’s it?”

She slipped her hands along my arms. “Yes. That’s it.”

Our eyes meet, and the reality hit me. Something more moved between us. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest. The blaze from the candles’ fires glowed over her smooth body.

I just couldn’t hold back anymore, right as she was about to ask me another question, I buried my face into her soft breasts and pulled the straps down from her shoulders to get more flesh.

I couldn’t even keep the darkness out of my voice. I was on edge. “I can’t take this anymore.”

And all she did was moan back so hard, pre-cum spilled out of my cock.

Fuck.

That dress was a memory. At first, I moved it away with gentle fingers, but then Kassie moaned again, and I couldn’t control myself. Fabric ripped and unraveled. Grunting, I dove into the curve of her neck and sucked hard, branding her as mine.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Like a kid with a new train set on Christmas Day, I was all over her—my hands toying with each part of her body. Every curve had to be inspected. Each nipple sucked and licked. I used one hand to explore her breasts, while the other cupped her lovely bottom.

My cock hoped to stuff her immediately, but my brain knew it took time. Moments to have her creamy and wet. Minutes of soft kisses and tender exploration between panted breaths of ecstasy.

I pulled my cock out in front of her and loved the way she whispered, “Damn. They really did make you lieutenant because of the size.”

As any self-appointed pervert would, I stroked it in front of her face. “You like it?”

“Yes.” And then she did something I hadn’t expected. With a torn dress, she climbed onto her hands and knees, crawled over and kissed the tip. “I want this right now.”

She landed more kisses on the mushroomed tip. It took everything in me not to hold her mouth open and slam my cock into the moistness.

Patience, my friend. Patience.

She parted her lips and sucked all of me in. Every damn inch, she choked a little, but wouldn’t let go as she moved her head back and forth on my length. Her ass jiggling with the rhythm. Spit bubbles stacking all around her lips and my cock. She worked it. Deep throat with no release. Like a pro. Like I was paying her for it.

I’m going to marry her.

Grunting, I brought my hand around to her bottom and grabbed it the way I’d been dreaming of. Spit spilled out of the corners of her mouth, and still she worked me.

“Damn, I’m so proud of you, baby.” Tears almost left my eyes.

She giggled and chocked a little before returning to the heavenly suctioning. On all fours, she owned me. Dominated my cock with only her little, wet, and warm mouth.

“Oh God, I’ll never let you get on the market.” I licked my lips and ran my fingers through her soft locs. “I’m going to keep you all to myself.”

She moaned and wiggled that ass. The thin fabric rippling over her lush bottom. I blew out a long breath, trying to control myself. I was seconds away from spilling all in her mouth. And every part of me wanted to. I had to admit it. I yearned to paint that lovely face.

Not this time. Not our first time.

Fisting my hands to my sides, I leaned my body back to pull my cock out of her mouth. Inch by inch, it left her lips. Drool dripped down her chin.

I looked down and whimpered, “I really am pussy whipped. Rockstar tried to tell me.”

“Fuck thinking about Rockstar.” She pulled the dress away from her. “Take care of me, baby.”

I knew she was a lioness. I just thought it would take her time to see it in herself. She has to be mine.

She didn’t even wait for me to take off her panties and bra. They were gone and my head dizzied with her boldness.

Yes. I’m going to marry her.

“Lorenzo.” She laid down on the blanket with her sweet, seductive face, and opened her thick legs. “Come here.”

And that was the spark that ignited the flame that burned down the whole damn town. I leaned forward a little and pressed the tip of my cock to her opening. It was close to vibrating against her. I had to give myself a few seconds, before I finished too quickly.

That would be great. One stroke and I come all over her. She’ll think I’m the worst lover ever.

I thrust into her, but only two inches. Her pussy stretched her around my cock, triggering a moan from both of us.

“You’re not wet.” I pulled out of her. “You’re fucking creamy.”

“More,” she moaned.

Fuck. I can’t hold back.

I squeezed the tip of my cock, hoping I wouldn’t burst all over her.

“Oh, Lorenzo, give it to me.” She wiggled her breasts and squeezed her chocolate nipples. Lust blazed in her gaze.

Shut your eyes man! Think of something else! Tampa Bay’s let down on Sunday. Mom reading erotica! Anything! Do not come all over her like a teenage boy!

“Give me that dick, baby,” she begged.

Heat burned at the tip. One thrust and sperm would be everywhere. It couldn’t be helped. I was too worked up. Too excited. Too in need of her.

“Damn.” I let go of my cock and jumped up from the blanket. “I need a minute, Kassie.”

She practically screamed at me, “What?”

“Just give me two minutes.” I stuffed myself into my pants and walked toward the dark shore.

She called after me, “Was it something I said?”

I couldn’t even look at Kassie as her footsteps sounded behind me.

Great. Of course she thinks she did something wrong since I’m acting like a lunatic.

Still, I put my back to her and focused on the moon, hoping to calm myself. “You’ve done nothing. It’s me and my dick that are the problem tonight. I was close to coming as soon as you took off that dress.”

“What?” she giggled. “You’re that horny?”

“No, Kassie. You’re that hot.”

“I love it.”

I faced her. “You love what?”

“I love, when you can’t control yourself. It makes me crazy.” There, she stood, nude and before me. Just the beach and the moon to witness all the things I could do to her.

Fuck it. Let the cards. . .or shall I say, the sperm fall where it may.

I charged for her. She shrieked, but it didn’t stop me. I had her in my arms before she could whisper what I was doing. Lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist, I consumed her mouth before she could catch her breath.

If I was going to go down like a fast coming pre-pubescent boy that had no control of his orgasm, I would go down with a fight. I’d drag her down with me, screaming as loud as I would.

And so I did. I thrust into her creamy center without a whisper of all the things that ran through my mind. And things surely did. I had a mantra going in my head.

Fuck. This pussy is so good. So good, this pussy. Fuck. Yes. So good. Mine.

Kassie bounced up and down, arching her back and letting her dreadlocks swing with the rhythm of my thrust and the tempo of our moans as we groaned deeply and hard in unison.

I pumped like a mad man ready to erupt. Ready to explode. Ready to detonate and bust all inside of the lush, wet tunnel that sucked me in.

“Oh, Lorenzo.” She dug her nails into my shoulders. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Thank God for small miracles. Yes. Come!

I ground into her, making sure I rubbed against her clit with each stroke. Making sure I squeezed her ass and lapped at her nipples with each thrust. Making sure that I whispered in her ear how good she felt on my cock with each pump.